Though our new home is far from a grass strip (Three vast tarmac runways - or is that six?) it is run by gliding chaps and has a refreshing air of freedom and personal responsibility after the stultifying atmosphere of our previous base. (rules for rules sake, lots of laminated notices pinned up everywhere, vast online form to fill out before blowing your nose)
The arrival at the new airfield made me laugh as I found a glider and tug parked about one third of the way down the into-wind runway and not looking like they were going anywhere, any time soon. Knowing the decision whether to land over the top of them or choose another bit of tarmac was totally mine and wouldn't result in a snippy e-mail from someone whose knowledge of flying is negligible was truly cheering
Freedom though does bring with it responsibilities, and I fear that in this case the taildragger pilot crossed the line.